The bright moon still disappears, and the sun still rises.
It's another new day.
It was rare for Ning Yao to sleep so soundly. After waking up, he wiped his mouth, stood up, stretched, and simply walked down the city with his sword and walked towards the north city.
Although Chen Ping'an has seen many scenes of immortal masters flying around the world on wind, the earliest one is Ning Yao, and then Fengxue Temple Wei and Jin Dynasties, Liu Baqiao, and more during the Kun boat ride, but Ning Yao wielding a sword still feels fresh no matter how he looks at it.
Of course I will be envious.
Chen Ping'an returned to the hut and had breakfast, and then started walking along the city head in the north, from left to right, practicing boxing. He was already familiar with the road and could close his eyes all the way. Ning Yao said that he might not come to the city head today.
Seeing her, Chen Pingan brought some food with him today and planned to go further.
It was probably close to the old swordsman's training place before, and there were few swordsmen. Chen Pingan only saw the old man named Qi, and the Yinguan who killed more monsters in the fifth realm than the Great Wall of Sword Qi. When Chen Pingan
On this day, I kept walking to the right side of the boxing practice, and I saw more swordsmen, both young and old, men and women. There were also the younger generation who came here to absorb the sword's power and hone their swordsmanship. They often practiced swordsmanship alone, or learned in silence.
, there were also groups of sword cultivators patrolling the city as usual. They saw Chen Pingan, who was carrying a sword box but boxing. Without exception, no one said hello, and everyone looked indifferent.
Only then did Chen Ping'an feel something about what the old man surnamed Qi said. The sword cultivator was here and he didn't want to trouble others, let alone himself.
At noon, Chen Ping'an was sitting at the top of the city, eating the preserved meat and snacks brought by Ning Yao, chewing slowly. In the distance, a group of boys and girls walked forward, more than twenty of them, with sharp and neat swords, and strong postures.
The sword moves are tricky and concise, and the sword's intention is biased towards killing and gloomy. There is a one-armed middle-aged swordsman with light steps, following the square formation, pointing from the side. He should be a young disciple with the same surname practicing here.
Chen Ping'an didn't dare to look more, lest he be regarded as a daredevil who stole the ancestral sword skills from another family.
The one-armed sword cultivator glanced at Chen Ping'an who was having a meal, thought for a moment, and made a gesture. The young sword cultivators cheered, quickly stopped practicing, and sat on the ground in twos and threes. There were a group of men and women following the sword formation far behind.
, immediately took off the package and took out lunch for these teenagers and girls, with a respectful expression, as it should be.
Ning Yao said that here on the Sword Qi Great Wall, there is a strict hierarchy, which places great emphasis on family inheritance and solid military exploits.
For example, Lord Yin Guan, "Yin Guan" is not a name, but a strange official position with a long history, but no one can tell the reason for it. In short, the title of "Yin Guan" has been inherited from generation to generation, and he is in charge of military governors and convictions on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
Regarding executions and other matters, there have been many mediocre family heads in our ancestors. Like the shadows on the north side of the Great Sword Wall, they often became the yes-men of the wealthy families in the city, but this generation of Yinguan Lord is very different.
He is recognized as the fourth in command of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
In the Thirteenth Battle, the first person to fight was this grumpy "little girl". The other party's powerful demon simply gave up and quit. She was so angry that she was alone on the battlefield, smashing and hammering for a whole moment.
Zhong, Sword Qi Great Wall and the Monster Clan watched her vent their anger like this, and both sides had long been accustomed to it.
After listening to Ning Yao's brief talk about the beginning and end of the Thirteenth War, Chen Ping'an not only remembered the peak combat power of both camps, but also remembered the Lu family of the Yin and Yang family who "study in one family, half of the country".
The order of battle between the two sides was only revealed at the last minute, which may be another silent but undercurrent battle.
This Lord Yin Guan made a good start for the human race, but the Sword Qi Great Wall collapsed in the middle and was almost defeated. Fortunately, A Liang came out of nowhere and ended up with a good ending.
After Chen Pingan finished his lunch, he got up and continued boxing and walked forward. During this period, he met the old man named Qi again, but this time the old man was accompanied by a middle-aged man with a handsome face. The old man named Qi had a restrained aura, while the man
The momentum was so strong that it seemed to overwhelm the old man.
Chen Ping'an didn't come forward to talk, he just stopped walking, lowered his head slightly, and clasped his fists in greeting.
The old man smiled and nodded in greeting, but did not exchange pleasantries with the foreign boy.
Later, Chen Pingan met two strong young swordsmen sitting on the top of the city drinking wine, and a one-armed girl standing on the top of the city holding a sword that was huge.
When Chen Ping'an saw them, he silently jumped off the top of the city, walked around them, waited until they were far away, then jumped on top of the city and continued walking.
In the dusk, Chen Ping'an also saw several sword cultivators flying from the south city, crossing the horse path and wielding their swords to the north.
Chen Pingan glanced at the sky, ate a scruffy dinner, and turned back.
He didn't return to the small hut until late at night. When he opened the door, under the bright moonlight, Chen Pingan saw the hidden official stealing his food. When Chen Pingan stood motionless at the door, his crotch braid "
"The little girl" slowly turned her head, her cheeks bulging, and she didn't have the consciousness of being caught as a thief. Instead, the thief shouted to catch the thief. She looked at Chen Pingan with a reproachful and vigilant look on her face, as if asking you
Who is coming to my house for what?
This is not a thief who broke into a house, he is simply a bandit who came down the mountain to fight the autumn wind.
Chen Pingan had no choice but to quietly exit the hut and close the door.
He was afraid that if the two sides disagreed, he would be stabbed to pieces by the Yinguan, who had brilliant military exploits and perverse temperament.
Chen Pingan went to Beichengtou behind the hut and sat drinking.
Suddenly hearing a burst of clapping behind him, Chen Pingan turned his head and saw her put away her palms, then pointed to the hut, and walked away.
Is it to remind me that I can go back and clean up the mess?
Chen Ping'an felt a headache for a while, but to be cautious, he still sat where he was. He waited until the little girl in the big robe had gone away, then went back to the hut to take a look. There was not much left in the food that Ning Yao had brought.
Chen Pingan sighed, cleaned up the messy house, returned to the city, and began to practice the "Swordsmanship Sermon" presented by Zheng Dafeng.
It is still like holding a long sword in an empty hand, and there is no real long sword in the hand. It is mainly practicing the avalanche pose and the Shen Shen head at the beginning.
Ning Yao did not come to the city to visit Chen Ping'an today.
Chen Ping'an returned to the hut in the middle of the night, lay down, and fell asleep peacefully.
Early the next morning, as soon as Chen Ping'an got up and walked out of the hut, he saw the hidden official, with several boys and girls behind him, striding towards him. He walked straight into the house, and soon the man with the crotch braid said angrily.
Walking out of the hut, her eyes widened and she tried her best to look fierce. She was probably asking why there was nothing to steal in the hut today.
The imposing young girls behind her were all gloating about her misfortune.
Chen Pingan looked embarrassed and had to pretend to be stupid and crazy.
If it weren't for the title of Lord Yin Guan, Chen Pingan would really want to pinch her cheeks.
The braided woman was really a little angry this time. The Great Wall of Sword Qi under her feet shook with a loud bang. Wearing a loose black robe, she flew high into the sky and disappeared in an instant.
Ning Yao came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the afternoon. After hearing what Chen Pingan told her about her experience, she smiled and said not to worry. That Lord Yin Guan had such a temper. Countless sword cultivators had suffered from her, but in fact she was a
She is a docile donkey who is easy to deal with. She likes to hear people say good things and give beautiful things, and accepts them all. But after she eats and wipes the food and accepts it, she puts on a smile and never thinks about love. If she offends Yin Guan
Sir, there is also a way. Those unlucky ones in the Great Wall of Sword Qi will decisively start pretending to be dead before she takes action. She will feel that killing this kind of trash will dirty her hands, and she will often get rid of it with one stroke.
, and she doesn’t hold grudges very much, it’s possible that she can’t remember those people at all.
Ning Yao remembered something and said that a friend had mentioned that Master Yin Guan had a good relationship with the people in the small hut, and they had an unprecedented combination of blue eyes. Someone once saw a man named Cao put Master Yin Guan on his neck, and then he
I was boxing and walking along the city wall, and some passers-by were almost scared out of their wits.
Chen Pingan sighed that Cao Ci was really powerful.
Ning Yao smiled and said: "I wasn't familiar with him before. I recently asked more about Cao Ci and came to the conclusion that pure martial artists who follow the same path as Cao Ci are actually quite miserable, especially the so-called martial arts geniuses."
Ning Yao took Chen Ping'an's wine flask and took a sip of wine, his face rosy. "Compared with Qi practitioners, if we don't mention a continent, but compare it to the whole world, it is difficult to have a recognized so-called same realm."
First, because external objects such as natal flying swords and magic weapons and immortal weapons are not actually external objects. In many life-and-death battles, these things are the final word. Therefore, opportunities and blessings will change many established facts. Martial arts are different.
If you rely too much on these things, or even resent them, there will be a saying that boxing is second to none, and the winner or loser is obvious."
Chen Pingan nodded. He had first met Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li clan, in Mubo Alley. After that, the old man named Cui who punched in Zhulou, and Zheng Dafeng, who climbed into the sky after breaking through the difficulties, could clearly feel it.
It is completely different from the gods on the mountain. The grand master's aura of "I fight for the first place, who can compete with me" is extremely obvious.
Ning Yao handed the jug back to Chen Pingan, "My conclusion is actually only half of it. You think Cao Ci is very powerful, but I think you are even more powerful."
Chen Pingan grinned stupidly. If he could make his beloved girl think he was awesome, what else would he be if he wasn't awesome?
Ning Yao said seriously: "Because among the martial arts of the same era, there are definitely not many people who can fight with Cao Ci, and no one can truly experience Cao Ci's 'invincible' arrogance. But not only did you fight with him, but you also defeated him in one fight."
After losing all three games, it's really rare that you can not lose the battle between you and him."
Ning Yao coughed, sat up straight, and patted Chen Ping'an on the shoulder, "This is rare. Keep it up and keep working hard."
When Chen Pingan saw Ning Yao speaking so seriously, he originally treated her seriously. But suddenly he noticed the narrowness in Ning Yao's eyes and knew that she was imitating Cao Ci and deliberately teasing him. Chen Pingan laughed from ear to ear.
He didn't even bother to drink, "You are nothing like him."
Ning Yao rolled his eyes and said, "Are you just like him?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I don't want to learn from him, and I don't need to learn from him."
Ning Yao clicked her tongue, not sure whether it was appreciation or a joke.
Chen Pingan chuckled.
Ning Yao was so smart that he immediately knew that this guy was imitating his behavior at the Stork Inn, so he punched Chen Pingan on the shoulder and said, "Drink your wine!"
Chen Ping'an really took a sip of wine, and then smiled and said: "Wow, today's wine seems to be particularly delicious."
Ning Yao glanced at the sword-raising gourd in Chen Pingan's hand, suddenly blushed, punched Chen Pingan again, and said angrily: "No man is good!"
Chen Ping'an was holding the wine gourd and was confused.
Ning Yao stood up, wielded his sword, and left without forgetting to look back and give him a fierce look.
To be continued...